[ One would never expect Wario to be subtle, but up until now, who would ever suspect him? He had died first - they'd all seen the body. Even then, he had never seemed too bright in the first place. But as soon as that laugh booms through the darkened courtroom, the conclusion is undeniable.
The lights flicker on, and that egotism finally shows itself. Wario's face is plastered onto just about it every surface in the room, as well as assorted piles of currency that would make Scrooge McDuck blush. But not just gold coins - money and treasure from all their worlds, all their prized possessions...all of it stolen.
The place lights up like a 70s disco, flashing yellow and purple lights. Music blasts throughout the room as he appears - descending from a platform in the ceiling with a large boombox held over his shoulder. He dresses himself in a black and white variant of his own outfit - with a Monobear face where the "W" on his face once was. He lets out a snort once the platform makes it to the middle of the room, surveying his students with twisted glee. ]
Das right! It was-a me, Wario! [ WAHAHAHAHA! ...there's an awkward pause, before he coughs. ] No thanks to-a dis loser.
[ Wario jabs his thumb over to a conspicuous-looking curtain in the corner, which opens to reveal a lanky-looking gentleman in similar Monobear garb. He sits at a control panel in front of dozens of monitors - all containing views of the hotel. He sneers when Wario calls to him, raising his arms in exaggerated frustration. ]
Whaddya talkin' about, fatso? Waluigi controlled de bear - dat was all de work!
Shut up, loser! It was all me!
[ The two start to bicker - and won't stop until they're interrupted. ]
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[ One would never expect Wario to be subtle, but up until now, who would ever suspect him? He had died first - they'd all seen the body. Even then, he had never seemed too bright in the first place. But as soon as that laugh booms through the darkened courtroom, the conclusion is undeniable.
The lights flicker on, and that egotism finally shows itself. Wario's face is plastered onto just about it every surface in the room, as well as assorted piles of currency that would make Scrooge McDuck blush. But not just gold coins - money and treasure from all their worlds, all their prized possessions...all of it stolen.
The place lights up like a 70s disco, flashing yellow and purple lights. Music blasts throughout the room as he appears - descending from a platform in the ceiling with a large boombox held over his shoulder. He dresses himself in a black and white variant of his own outfit - with a Monobear face where the "W" on his face once was. He lets out a snort once the platform makes it to the middle of the room, surveying his students with twisted glee. ]
Das right! It was-a me, Wario! [ WAHAHAHAHA! ...there's an awkward pause, before he coughs. ] No thanks to-a dis loser.
[ Wario jabs his thumb over to a conspicuous-looking curtain in the corner, which opens to reveal a lanky-looking gentleman in similar Monobear garb. He sits at a control panel in front of dozens of monitors - all containing views of the hotel. He sneers when Wario calls to him, raising his arms in exaggerated frustration. ]
Whaddya talkin' about, fatso? Waluigi controlled de bear - dat was all de work!
Shut up, loser! It was all me!
[ The two start to bicker - and won't stop until they're interrupted. ]
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